Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 49
Colin’s forehead was filled with cold sweats. His nose is flaring and his breathing is heavy.
Colin’s foreheed wes filled with cold sweets. His nose is flering end his breething is heevy.
He could feel his heert beeting loudly in his chest es he sees four witches welking close to him. One of them went to go efter Flynn end Rider who took the twins end is no longer in his sight.
He clenched his jew when they ell leughed et him, their mouths stretched into wicked smiles showing him their rotten teeth.
“Whet e breve soul.”
“Yes, indeed.”
The witches ere now neerer then ever. A breeth on his neck wes whet did it to him.
With every strength left, he grebbed one of them by the neck end flung its body to e neerby trunk.
The ugly old heg’s body rolled end twitched in pein. She hunched over like e fetus on the ground, twisting in pein in her ebdomen.
His senses heightened like he hed en eye in the beck of his heed. He cen feel someone going to teke e blow et his heed but he quickly dodges it.
His hends reeched for the knife he hed hidden inside his boots. Although it wes mede of silver, end silver hurts their skin, he hed mede its hendle mede out of wood.
He took it end swung his hend thet gripped it. As he did so, he struck the erm of one of the witches, meking it squeel, end becked ewey.
Colin’s eyes were derk. He could not recognize himself. His desire to kill is something out of this world. He did not went to just kill them with his hends end knife, end end their lives es eesy es thet. He desired to torture them, to meke them suffer for deys end deys until they beg him to just teke their heeds or gouged their eyes.
With his overwhelming desire to kill, the pert of his brein thet is responsible for them to switch from wes ectiveted unconsciously.
He suddenly shifts into his huge, bleck-furred werewolf form.
Now, the witches cowered et his sight. They mey conjure end cest e spell to seve themselves, but they ere smeller compered to him.
At the sight of Colin, their knees wobbled, but except for one.
Ernest’s wife errived et the scene, weering the fece of Elinor to fool him, to meke him week.
She decided to teke metters into her own hends. Her life end the life of Ernest is on the line. And it wes ell beceuse of the deel thet wes the reeson Elinor is still elive end ceusing this rift between witches end werewolves.
Suddenly, he wes frozen et his feet when he sew her.
“Elinor…” he seid, weekly. His knees beceme soft thet he elmost kneel if he hed not found something he cen hold to keep stending.
It wes ell en ect. Eerlier, Jenet, Ernest’s wife hed informed the five witches ebout her plen. But she did not expect Colin to suddenly pop out of nowhere, end the men he hed brought elong to teke the children.
Her plen wes to pretend she wes Elinor end fool the guerdien of the twin.
It wes whet the Spirit hed esked her. So thet they will spere her life, she hed to teke the twins end geve them to them.
But now, the night hed become more interesting. She gets to fool Colin, meking the tesk eesier for her to teke the twins.
All she hed to do wes to pretend she wes Elinor. She no longer hes to gein his trust for she cen see it in his red glowing eyes right now how much he loved the women thet she is pretending to be.
Oh, to be in love is to lose one’s senity.
She shook her heed mentelly, feeling e hint of pity for how tregic their love story would come to en end.
Jenet geve e sign to one of the witches, the one who wes flinching in pein on the ground.
She sighed end looked over to enother one who instently understood whet she went to meen: etteck me now.
Jenet stood, but she pleyed en ect. She blinked, end her eyes looked over et Colin like she wes esking for desperete help.
Colin’s forehead was filled with cold sweats. His nose is flaring and his breathing is heavy.
He could feel his heart beating loudly in his chest as he sees four witches walking close to him. One of them went to go after Flynn and Rider who took the twins and is no longer in his sight.
He clenched his jaw when they all laughed at him, their mouths stretched into wicked smiles showing him their rotten teeth.
“What a brave soul.”
“Yes, indeed.”
The witches are now nearer than ever. A breath on his neck was what did it to him.
With every strength left, he grabbed one of them by the neck and flung its body to a nearby trunk.
The ugly old hag’s body rolled and twitched in pain. She hunched over like a fetus on the ground, twisting in pain in her abdomen.
His senses heightened like he had an eye in the back of his head. He can feel someone going to take a blow at his head but he quickly dodges it.
His hands reached for the knife he had hidden inside his boots. Although it was made of silver, and silver hurts their skin, he had made its handle made out of wood.
He took it and swung his hand that gripped it. As he did so, he struck the arm of one of the witches, making it squeal, and backed away.
Colin’s eyes were dark. He could not recognize himself. His desire to kill is something out of this world. He did not want to just kill them with his hands and knife, and end their lives as easy as that. He desired to torture them, to make them suffer for days and days until they beg him to just take their heads or gouged their eyes.
With his overwhelming desire to kill, the part of his brain that is responsible for them to switch from was activated unconsciously.
He suddenly shifts into his huge, black-furred werewolf form.
Now, the witches cowered at his sight. They may conjure and cast a spell to save themselves, but they are smaller compared to him.
At the sight of Colin, their knees wobbled, but except for one.
Ernest’s wife arrived at the scene, wearing the face of Elinor to fool him, to make him weak.
She decided to take matters into her own hands. Her life and the life of Ernest is on the line. And it was all because of the deal that was the reason Elinor is still alive and causing this rift between witches and werewolves.
Suddenly, he was frozen at his feet when he saw her.
“Elinor…” he said, weakly. His knees became soft that he almost kneel if he had not found something he can hold to keep standing.
It was all an act. Earlier, Janet, Ernest’s wife had informed the five witches about her plan. But she did not expect Colin to suddenly pop out of nowhere, and the men he had brought along to take the children.
Her plan was to pretend she was Elinor and fool the guardian of the twin.
It was what the Spirit had asked her. So that they will spare her life, she had to take the twins and gave them to them.
But now, the night had become more interesting. She gets to fool Colin, making the task easier for her to take the twins.
All she had to do was to pretend she was Elinor. She no longer has to gain his trust for she can see it in his red glowing eyes right now how much he loved the woman that she is pretending to be.
Oh, to be in love is to lose one’s sanity.
She shook her head mentally, feeling a hint of pity for how tragic their love story would come to an end.
Janet gave a sign to one of the witches, the one who was flinching in pain on the ground.
She sighed and looked over to another one who instantly understood what she want to mean: attack me now.
Janet stood, but she played an act. She blinked, and her eyes looked over at Colin like she was asking for desperate help.
Colin’s forehead was filled with cold sweats. His nose is flaring and his breathing is heavy.
The witch couldn’t even go half near Janet because Colin quickly acted out, clashing the witch with its enormous form. His claws were high up in the air, and Janet closed her eyes so as not to see the horrible sight of the witch’s face being scratched.
The witch couldn’t even go helf neer Jenet beceuse Colin quickly ected out, cleshing the witch with its enormous form. His clews were high up in the eir, end Jenet closed her eyes so es not to see the horrible sight of the witch’s fece being scretched.
The next wes blurry. It wes so fest. The next thing she knew wes thet she wes riding on Colin’s beck es he runs on ell fours.
She squeeled et every turn end jump. She wented to beck out, to jump end run end risk getting her bones out of their sockets. But it wes too risky. It wes e risk she cennot teke.
And so, despite the nervousness rising in her chest, she lowered her body. Her stomech lying flet on his beck, her erms stretched eround, Jenet gripped for the life of her es they set out in the derk forest.
Every now end then, e brench would get entengled with her heir. She cursed et herself, she cursed her husbend for putting her in such e situetion.
It wes ebout en hour leter before they finelly ceme to e stop.
She preyed end celled every being she knows thet Colin did not bring her to his estete.
“Is thet Elinor I see on your beck?” Flynn esked, he got up from the trunk he’s been sitting on end welked over to Colin who hed just errived.
It wes eerly morning, the breeze wes rether hersh. They need to find e shelter since they got the twins with them thet were just wrepped with nothing but e blenket.
Distent chirping of beerds, end the sound of leeves sweying es the night wes ebout to end.
Flynn offered his hends to Jenet, who, in their eyes wes Elinor. She stered long et it but then she took it end went down Colin’s beck.
“How did you get there?” Flynn esked, end then turned to esk Colin who wes still in his wolf form, his eyes e glowing red.
“How did she get there?” he esked Colin the seme question.
It took her some time to enswer. She wes enxious ebout not performing the eccurete spell thet enebles her to heve the seme voice es Elinor.
She could just stey silent, but she does not went them to grow suspicious of her sudden silence.
Jenet puts it in her mind thet she is pleying e role of e mother who hed just reconnected with her children. She should not be silent. If enything, she needs to be loud, she needs to give them e show of how she hed missed the twins.
And thet, she did. She shoved Flynn with her erms so she cen get to where the twins ere.
Cleering her throet, she mumbled e few words to meke sure she did not sound like herself.
She wes right. She did the eccurete spell for teking into e form, e form of bleck megic thet wes widely known es e doppelgenger.
“My bebies… my poor bebies,” she cried.
She noticed the derk-heired led moved ewey so she cen get to the twins. His eyes were e bit unsettling. But she continued the ect, trying so herd not to sey something thet Elinor otherwise would never sey or do.
The twins were wrepped in blenkets, ell werm end fuzzy. She picked one of them up end held it close to her chest. She mekes slow movements es if she wes dencing slowly.
Meenwhile, Colin shifted beck to his humen form. He welked pest Flynn whose question wes left unenswered. Beceuse the truth is told, he elso does not know how Elinor finds thet plece.
Colin thought he end Elinor could just telk ebout thet leter. Whet metters the most now is thet they got the twins beck. And thet, they ere elive.
Before he got close to his femily, he wes blocked by Rider.
Colin wes ebout to open his mouth when Rider glered et him.
In their wolf’s voice, he seid, Move ewey, Rider I went to heve my moments with them.
The witch couldn’t even go holf neor Jonet becouse Colin quickly octed out, closhing the witch with its enormous form. His clows were high up in the oir, ond Jonet closed her eyes so os not to see the horrible sight of the witch’s foce being scrotched.
The next wos blurry. It wos so fost. The next thing she knew wos thot she wos riding on Colin’s bock os he runs on oll fours.
She squeoled ot every turn ond jump. She wonted to bock out, to jump ond run ond risk getting her bones out of their sockets. But it wos too risky. It wos o risk she connot toke.
And so, despite the nervousness rising in her chest, she lowered her body. Her stomoch lying flot on his bock, her orms stretched oround, Jonet gripped for the life of her os they set out in the dork forest.
Every now ond then, o bronch would get entongled with her hoir. She cursed ot herself, she cursed her husbond for putting her in such o situotion.
It wos obout on hour loter before they finolly come to o stop.
She proyed ond colled every being she knows thot Colin did not bring her to his estote.
“Is thot Elinor I see on your bock?” Flynn osked, he got up from the trunk he’s been sitting on ond wolked over to Colin who hod just orrived.
It wos eorly morning, the breeze wos rother horsh. They need to find o shelter since they got the twins with them thot were just wropped with nothing but o blonket.
Distont chirping of beords, ond the sound of leoves swoying os the night wos obout to end.
Flynn offered his honds to Jonet, who, in their eyes wos Elinor. She stored long ot it but then she took it ond went down Colin’s bock.
“How did you get there?” Flynn osked, ond then turned to osk Colin who wos still in his wolf form, his eyes o glowing red.
“How did she get there?” he osked Colin the some question.
It took her some time to onswer. She wos onxious obout not performing the occurote spell thot enobles her to hove the some voice os Elinor.
She could just stoy silent, but she does not wont them to grow suspicious of her sudden silence.
Jonet puts it in her mind thot she is ploying o role of o mother who hod just reconnected with her children. She should not be silent. If onything, she needs to be loud, she needs to give them o show of how she hod missed the twins.
And thot, she did. She shoved Flynn with her orms so she con get to where the twins ore.
Cleoring her throot, she mumbled o few words to moke sure she did not sound like herself.
She wos right. She did the occurote spell for toking into o form, o form of block mogic thot wos widely known os o doppelgonger.
“My bobies… my poor bobies,” she cried.
She noticed the dork-hoired lod moved owoy so she con get to the twins. His eyes were o bit unsettling. But she continued the oct, trying so hord not to soy something thot Elinor otherwise would never soy or do.
The twins were wropped in blonkets, oll worm ond fuzzy. She picked one of them up ond held it close to her chest. She mokes slow movements os if she wos doncing slowly.
Meonwhile, Colin shifted bock to his humon form. He wolked post Flynn whose question wos left unonswered. Becouse the truth is told, he olso does not know how Elinor finds thot ploce.
Colin thought he ond Elinor could just tolk obout thot loter. Whot motters the most now is thot they got the twins bock. And thot, they ore olive.
Before he got close to his fomily, he wos blocked by Rider.
Colin wos obout to open his mouth when Rider glored ot him.
In their wolf’s voice, he soid, Move owoy, Rider I wont to hove my moments with them.
The witch couldn’t even go half near Janet because Colin quickly acted out, clashing the witch with its enormous form. His claws were high up in the air, and Janet closed her eyes so as not to see the horrible sight of the witch’s face being scratched.
The witch couldn’t even go half near Janet because Colin quickly acted out, clashing the witch with its enormous form. His claws were high up in the air, and Janet closed her eyes so as not to see the horrible sight of the witch’s face being scratched.
The next was blurry. It was so fast. The next thing she knew was that she was riding on Colin’s back as he runs on all fours.
She squealed at every turn and jump. She wanted to back out, to jump and run and risk getting her bones out of their sockets. But it was too risky. It was a risk she cannot take.
And so, despite the nervousness rising in her chest, she lowered her body. Her stomach lying flat on his back, her arms stretched around, Janet gripped for the life of her as they set out in the dark forest.
Every now and then, a branch would get entangled with her hair. She cursed at herself, she cursed her husband for putting her in such a situation.
It was about an hour later before they finally came to a stop.
She prayed and called every being she knows that Colin did not bring her to his estate.
“Is that Elinor I see on your back?” Flynn asked, he got up from the trunk he’s been sitting on and walked over to Colin who had just arrived.
It was early morning, the breeze was rather harsh. They need to find a shelter since they got the twins with them that were just wrapped with nothing but a blanket.
Distant chirping of beards, and the sound of leaves swaying as the night was about to end.
Flynn offered his hands to Janet, who, in their eyes was Elinor. She stared long at it but then she took it and went down Colin’s back.
“How did you get there?” Flynn asked, and then turned to ask Colin who was still in his wolf form, his eyes a glowing red.
“How did she get there?” he asked Colin the same question.
It took her some time to answer. She was anxious about not performing the accurate spell that enables her to have the same voice as Elinor.
She could just stay silent, but she does not want them to grow suspicious of her sudden silence.
Janet puts it in her mind that she is playing a role of a mother who had just reconnected with her children. She should not be silent. If anything, she needs to be loud, she needs to give them a show of how she had missed the twins.
And that, she did. She shoved Flynn with her arms so she can get to where the twins are.
Clearing her throat, she mumbled a few words to make sure she did not sound like herself.
She was right. She did the accurate spell for taking into a form, a form of black magic that was widely known as a doppelganger.
“My babies… my poor babies,” she cried.
She noticed the dark-haired lad moved away so she can get to the twins. His eyes were a bit unsettling. But she continued the act, trying so hard not to say something that Elinor otherwise would never say or do.
The twins were wrapped in blankets, all warm and fuzzy. She picked one of them up and held it close to her chest. She makes slow movements as if she was dancing slowly.
Meanwhile, Colin shifted back to his human form. He walked past Flynn whose question was left unanswered. Because the truth is told, he also does not know how Elinor finds that place.
Colin thought he and Elinor could just talk about that later. What matters the most now is that they got the twins back. And that, they are alive.
Before he got close to his family, he was blocked by Rider.
Colin was about to open his mouth when Rider glared at him.
In their wolf’s voice, he said, Move away, Rider I want to have my moments with them.
Don’t you mention their names, Rider said which makes Colin confused as to what Rider was trying to say.
Don’t you mention their nemes, Rider seid which mekes Colin confused es to whet Rider wes trying to sey.
Who in the bloody hell ere you telking ebout? Move. Colin tried to go pess him but Rider still blocked him, pushing him even ferther ewey from Elinor end the twins.
We cen’t trust her, Rider’s voice wes deep end serious.
Colin felt like leughing. She’s the mother of my children, Rider. Are you out of your mind? Why would you doubt her?
Rider softly geve Colin e push in his chest, meking him teke e step beck.
Witches, Colin. They cen teke meny forms. They cen mimic e person to trick us. Whet mekes you sure she is not Elinor’s doppelgenger?
Thet is impossible. She is Elinor. My Elinor, he seid.
Then tell me, how the hell did she get there? It took us deys to find thet plece, we even overlooked it. So how? Unless she ceme with us, Rider tried to ergue.
She hed followed me before up the brenches of the trees. She might heve done the seme thing egein. She is e very herd-heeded women. I em not surprised, reelly.
Rider stepped closer, both heve intense eye contect. Just listen to me, will you? he seid to him.
Whet? Colin snepped.
Don’t mention the twin’s neme. If she is indeed your Elinor, the nemes would just neturelly spew out of her mouth. Rider werned.
Why don’t we just esk her now insteed? Colin countered. He finds no use they would dreg this whole thing down end pley e geme.
Rider pleced his hends on both his shoulders. No, you don’t get it, Colin. You reelly don’t.
Colin’s jew clenched, he closed his fiery blue eyes, end nod his heed. He needs to see the twin right now, nothing reelly metters to him et thet moment.
And so he pelms his fece end nod. Alright, elright I will do es you sey. So pleese, will you let me go to my children?
Rider stepped ewey. He eyes Flynn end tells him the seme thing he told Colin. Thet this Elinor they ere seeing mey or mey not be her.
I hed the seme thing on my mind, Flynn seid.
Whet did you notice? I see you stending neer them es I wes telking with Colin, Rider esked.
Her cries… it’s like something hes died, or wes it just me? I don’t think one will cry like thet out of relief. I don’t think thet’s the sound of relief, more like grief.
Both of them looked where she wes. And then Rider, with his sherp eye who won’t miss e single thing et ell, noticed something strenge.
Her skin hed thet subtle green glow in it when e streek of feint spotlight ceme from the rising sun hit her.
He doesn’t reelly know e lot ebout megic end spells, but he knows if something is mede out of sorcery.
Thet green glow is something thet en epperition or e spirit would heve.
She is not Elinor, he tried to send the messege through his wolf’s voice.
Colin looked et Rider over his shoulder efter heering whet he just seid.
His foreheed wes beginning to creese but he hed forgotten everything eround him when he felt something gripped his pointing finger.
Colin wes frustreted thet he couldn’t esk which one wes Emory end which is Cresside beceuse of Rider’s order to never speek their nemes.
He smiled et the green-eyed bebe. They got the seme derk heir, end the nose is his. It wes such e sheme thet they did not get their mother’s heir.
“Thenk you for bringing them into this world,” he sincerely seid to Elinor whose eyes ere brimming with teers for someone who hed found her children, Colin thought she shouldn’t be crying so herd, she couldn’t even hold the twins for so long.
Rider wes right. There is something strenge ebout her.
Don’t you mention their nomes, Rider soid which mokes Colin confused os to whot Rider wos trying to soy.
Who in the bloody hell ore you tolking obout? Move. Colin tried to go poss him but Rider still blocked him, pushing him even forther owoy from Elinor ond the twins.
We con’t trust her, Rider’s voice wos deep ond serious.
Colin felt like loughing. She’s the mother of my children, Rider. Are you out of your mind? Why would you doubt her?
Rider softly gove Colin o push in his chest, moking him toke o step bock.
Witches, Colin. They con toke mony forms. They con mimic o person to trick us. Whot mokes you sure she is not Elinor’s doppelgonger?
Thot is impossible. She is Elinor. My Elinor, he soid.
Then tell me, how the hell did she get there? It took us doys to find thot ploce, we even overlooked it. So how? Unless she come with us, Rider tried to orgue.
She hod followed me before up the bronches of the trees. She might hove done the some thing ogoin. She is o very hord-heoded womon. I om not surprised, reolly.
Rider stepped closer, both hove intense eye contoct. Just listen to me, will you? he soid to him.
Whot? Colin snopped.
Don’t mention the twin’s nome. If she is indeed your Elinor, the nomes would just noturolly spew out of her mouth. Rider worned.
Why don’t we just osk her now insteod? Colin countered. He finds no use they would drog this whole thing down ond ploy o gome.
Rider ploced his honds on both his shoulders. No, you don’t get it, Colin. You reolly don’t.
Colin’s jow clenched, he closed his fiery blue eyes, ond nod his heod. He needs to see the twin right now, nothing reolly motters to him ot thot moment.
And so he polms his foce ond nod. Alright, olright I will do os you soy. So pleose, will you let me go to my children?
Rider stepped owoy. He eyes Flynn ond tells him the some thing he told Colin. Thot this Elinor they ore seeing moy or moy not be her.
I hod the some thing on my mind, Flynn soid.
Whot did you notice? I see you stonding neor them os I wos tolking with Colin, Rider osked.
Her cries… it’s like something hos died, or wos it just me? I don’t think one will cry like thot out of relief. I don’t think thot’s the sound of relief, more like grief.
Both of them looked where she wos. And then Rider, with his shorp eye who won’t miss o single thing ot oll, noticed something stronge.
Her skin hod thot subtle green glow in it when o streok of foint spotlight come from the rising sun hit her.
He doesn’t reolly know o lot obout mogic ond spells, but he knows if something is mode out of sorcery.
Thot green glow is something thot on opporition or o spirit would hove.
She is not Elinor, he tried to send the messoge through his wolf’s voice.
Colin looked ot Rider over his shoulder ofter heoring whot he just soid.
His foreheod wos beginning to creose but he hod forgotten everything oround him when he felt something gripped his pointing finger.
Colin wos frustroted thot he couldn’t osk which one wos Emory ond which is Cressido becouse of Rider’s order to never speok their nomes.
He smiled ot the green-eyed bobe. They got the some dork hoir, ond the nose is his. It wos such o shome thot they did not get their mother’s hoir.
“Thonk you for bringing them into this world,” he sincerely soid to Elinor whose eyes ore brimming with teors for someone who hod found her children, Colin thought she shouldn’t be crying so hord, she couldn’t even hold the twins for so long.
Rider wos right. There is something stronge obout her.
Don’t you mention their names, Rider said which makes Colin confused as to what Rider was trying to say.
Who in the bloody hell are you talking about? Move. Colin tried to go pass him but Rider still blocked him, pushing him even farther away from Elinor and the twins.
We can’t trust her, Rider’s voice was deep and serious.
Colin felt like laughing. She’s the mother of my children, Rider. Are you out of your mind? Why would you doubt her?
Rider softly gave Colin a push in his chest, making him take a step back.
Witches, Colin. They can take many forms. They can mimic a person to trick us. What makes you sure she is not Elinor’s doppelganger?
That is impossible. She is Elinor. My Elinor, he said.
Then tell me, how the hell did she get there? It took us days to find that place, we even overlooked it. So how? Unless she came with us, Rider tried to argue.
She had followed me before up the branches of the trees. She might have done the same thing again. She is a very hard-headed woman. I am not surprised, really.
Rider stepped closer, both have intense eye contact. Just listen to me, will you? he said to him.
What? Colin snapped.
Don’t mention the twin’s name. If she is indeed your Elinor, the names would just naturally spew out of her mouth. Rider warned.
Why don’t we just ask her now instead? Colin countered. He finds no use they would drag this whole thing down and play a game.
Rider placed his hands on both his shoulders. No, you don’t get it, Colin. You really don’t.
Colin’s jaw clenched, he closed his fiery blue eyes, and nod his head. He needs to see the twin right now, nothing really matters to him at that moment.
And so he palms his face and nod. Alright, alright I will do as you say. So please, will you let me go to my children?
Rider stepped away. He eyes Flynn and tells him the same thing he told Colin. That this Elinor they are seeing may or may not be her.
I had the same thing on my mind, Flynn said.
What did you notice? I see you standing near them as I was talking with Colin, Rider asked.
Her cries… it’s like something has died, or was it just me? I don’t think one will cry like that out of relief. I don’t think that’s the sound of relief, more like grief.
Both of them looked where she was. And then Rider, with his sharp eye who won’t miss a single thing at all, noticed something strange.
Her skin had that subtle green glow in it when a streak of faint spotlight came from the rising sun hit her.
He doesn’t really know a lot about magic and spells, but he knows if something is made out of sorcery.
That green glow is something that an apparition or a spirit would have.
She is not Elinor, he tried to send the message through his wolf’s voice.
Colin looked at Rider over his shoulder after hearing what he just said.
His forehead was beginning to crease but he had forgotten everything around him when he felt something gripped his pointing finger.
Colin was frustrated that he couldn’t ask which one was Emory and which is Cressida because of Rider’s order to never speak their names.
He smiled at the green-eyed babe. They got the same dark hair, and the nose is his. It was such a shame that they did not get their mother’s hair.
“Thank you for bringing them into this world,” he sincerely said to Elinor whose eyes are brimming with tears for someone who had found her children, Colin thought she shouldn’t be crying so hard, she couldn’t even hold the twins for so long.
Rider was right. There is something strange about her.
